I've been watching a lot of Sweeney Todd. xD
Thought I'd do something unique like that with Saw? Basically the killer is schizophrenic . He sees the world as a musical... He 'might' be someone familiar. I have a few ideas to continue it..
Saw: The Musical:
Below the Star of David read,
" 'He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster.'
John Kramer
1942 - 2005 "
"That is pretty damn funny," said a man gazing.
The man closed his eyes and giggled lightly. It wasn't because of the oxymoron in front of him. It was the clouds, they were sort of grey. The strangest thing about it was it wasn't about to rain. He made a mistake bringing an umbrella. People must've thought he looked ridiculous!
From the back, it looked like the man was trying to juggle the umbrella. He wasn't. A lot of people in this world are quick to assume things. The poor guy was trying to pull an item out from his pocket. After a few seconds he said, "fuck it," and used his arm pit to hold the umbrella.
He pulled out a book from his left coat pocket.
"My Story of Overcoming Jigsaw"
The book meant nothing to him. It was the thing inside that mattered. A pressed lavender coloured bell flower to leave at John's grave.
The man held the flower up and stared at it blankly. It slipped from his grip and flew away with a gust of wind. Then he saw it, another tombstone near John's. It was Amanda Young's grave.
The man began to whistle a psychotic melody.
He was imitating crows. He cracked his neck, scratched an itch, and the whistle got more upbeat.
Deh dee da da do da da tah..
It was like Sweeney Todd's 'Pretty Women' whistle.
He began pacing and started singing the twisted melody he was whistling.
"You thought she created unwinnable games?"
"You an even bigger fool than I," he muttered as he folded the umbrella.
"The only unwinnable test is TIME," he sang at the top of his lungs.
"I'm gonna do what neither of you had the balls to DO," he sang as he wagged his finger.
The man was so happy he could dance. You know what they say, 'do as one feels'. That's exactly what this man was doing. He was tap dancing on John's grave.
"Deh dee da da do da da tah …" he hummed as he danced.
He bowed and the audience inside his head cheered.
The man pointed to the sky and grinned. In his pause, he dropped his umbrella.
"I'm gonna change…" sang the man with spazzy hand gestures.
He raises his arm to the sky like he was blowing a kiss.
"…the world."
He clenched his wave into a fist. His nails dug into his hand so deep, he began to bleed.
He sang his hum from earlier lightly, "Deh dee da da do da da tah.." and shook his head to the beat.
The psychotic man stared at the blood, humming his beat since his whistle began to sound watery. "Deh dee da da do da da tah.."
He drew red circles around both his wrists. He had a game in mind. An illusion of said trap appeared around his wrists. Circular shaped knife blades that act as handcuffs. A blade bending machine would ensure that they could not be slid off.
"If you do not find the key in time," he sang with spazzy artsy hand gestures.
"You'll perish…"
He could practically see his victim already.
"Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, aaahhh," sang the mayor's aid with the beat of the melody.
The man picked up his umbrella and danced his way back to his car, whistling his psychotic melody.
Deh dee da da do da da tah..
"Ha Haa…."
